Bisexual Male Erotica Novels & Stories

She came hard, thighs locking around my head, a long broken sound leaving her throat as she pulsed around my fingers. I crawled back up and we kissed again, slower this time, bodies still humming. We lay tangled for a while, trading soft touches, learning the maps of each other’s skin. Eventually desire rose again. She reached into the nightstand and brought out a slim, curved vibrator. She switched it on to a low hum and pressed it between us so that it rested against both of us when our hips met. We moved together, grinding, the vibration traveling through slick flesh. I kissed her deeply while we rocked. The dual pressure and the steady buzz pushed me toward another climax faster than I e

When he was naked I spread his thighs and looked at him until he squirmed. “Silas—” “You’re not a secret in this room,” I said. “You’re not a scandal. You’re the man I want. Say it back.” His throat worked. “I’m the man you want.” “And you’re still here.” “I’m still here.” I opened him with my mouth and my fingers until he was shaking and wet and begging without shame. Then I pushed into him in one long slide and held still, buried deep, watching his face change. “This is the part that survives the group chats,” I told him. “Not the drama. This.”

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

This form of degradation feels so fucking good it makes me want to cry, I feel like I didn’t deserve to be this aroused. “This is where you belong…..” Darius affirmed as he dug his feet into my face, “under my feet.” He continued and I whimpered, wriggling under his feet with the inability to breathe. “Look at your slutty cunt, dripping with your juice and my cum like a pathetic fucktoy,” his deep voice threatened to push me over the edge and I felt the mixture of my juice and his sperm seep out of my cunt. “You don’t deserve our cocks but we gave it to you anyways because you’re nothing but a filthy hole that begs to be used.”

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“Strip, Elias. Right here on the counter. I’m gonna wreck that master hole until you forget your own name.” I obeyed like a slut in heat. Clothes hit the Italian tile. Naked, cock leaking, I bent over the cold marble island exactly as he ordered. Darius shed his coat and pants slowly, revealing the body I’d only glimpsed. His cock—Holy Molly—sprang free like a weapon. Ten inches of thick, veiny Black meat, darker than the rest of him, with a wicked upward curve that made the fat, plum-shaped head point straight at the ceiling. The shaft was ridged with pulsing veins; the foreskin was pulled back, shiny with precum. Heavy, low-hanging balls the size of plums swung beneath, covered in tight bl

But of course, the man didn't come to confront her unprepared. With calculated moves, he reached for his phone and played a clip of Erika's nude body, angled towards the camera with her face visible from the upward angle. "Ahhh. Ah! Yes! Yes, daddy!" She spread her legs further apart, letting a wrinkly hand grab her porcelain skin. An old, fat man with a protruding stomach fucked her from behind. "You're so good at this, my baby girl! I will..ah...definitely choose your company over the Desmond's..." His rhythm was off and his figure was disgusting. "...if you moan louder for me."

I had come to the club to find a man that would satisfy me because I have been feeling hit yet and I need some sex. That’s actually my life , I pay men or women to have sex with me because I like to be dominant. I am bisexual , sometimes I get to have sex with both. I had entered the club and picked a man and a woman to have sex with. The club management already knew me, so I paid for a room which I and the men entered to have sex. We had sex and I stepped out to leave then I saw Mikel and his bought girlfriend enter the club. I wanted to attack them both but I knew I might get hurt in the process so I called my girls to come and join me.

I am a sex addict and anytime i see an unmoisturised skin on heels whose bones needs some cracking up walk through the door of a spa, with heavy lipstick and glimmering lipgloss, the first thing on my mind is to fuck them. I am bisexual so the gender did not really matter to me, only the consent did. Getting consent is not a big deal for me.y massage game is top notch and with my oiled hands rubbing along their spine, no doubt that i am about to stimulate every nerve that hungers for sexual satisfaction. I got into the staff room, changed into my working outfit and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked good but not sexually good. I wish the arms of the outfit was tighter to show off my ni

He gifts me a soft peck that does nothing to quench my thirst, so I take his length in my hand with all the confidence in the world, and I swipe my thumb over his slippery tip. He shivers, and I peer between us. He's bigger than I imagined. Thicker too. I've seen a male naked before. In the Unfortunate camp, it's unavoidable, but I've never seen anything like this. I've never seen a man under such erotic circumstances. I explore him, caressing him with my fingertips, feeling his taut flesh, feeling every vein until he's thrusting into my touch, and I'm lifting my hips, meeting whatever pushes out of my hold, building myself up. We kiss, and I don't know if I'm doing a good job of it. I just